There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin